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“My dad was a badge,” You explain to Em, half in thought over how strange her interactions with Sarah were, and half on the anger and questions surrounding your father’s death, “Cyberpsycho got him - Like I said, none of the detes make sense. Those trauma AV’s just circled, and dad wasn’t a gonk that’d go out like that… There has to be something else. I’m looking for anything you can share.”
“A badge?” Em considers that, lips still tight with displeasure, “NCPD were all flatlined or behind barricades by the time I got to the AO, met up with a choom and we went in half blind. I didn’t get a single byte on how the cops went down, got called in on the holo to handle a bloodbath in Kabuki and had to catch an NCART. Didn’t know more until I was out of the car…”
She falls silent and her dark cybereyes flash blue once more, that thin smile from earlier returning for a few seconds, “So <span class="mu-i">that’s</span> where I know you from.”
“I… Yeah, that was me. Small city sometimes.” No point in denying it, even if you’re not exactly proud of how nervous she made you with just some looks during that ride - ganger women don’t usually act so weirdly interested, and everything you’ve ever been told said it’s supposed to be very bad news if happens, some kind of trap that ends in getting mugged, “I was heading back to Kabuki to meet with my dad to watch the fireworks. We’d had a fight earlier and I ran off… It was a gonk move.”
Em’s expression softens further at that last part, a tiny glimmer of sympathy shining through, “...How’d he go out?”
“NCPD said it was biofeedback, but he was a good netrunner. He’d been doing it for years.”
“A vet NCPD netrunner? From that MaxTac psycho? I didn’t see any self-IC shards or a deck in him, and I got a… close look.” Em doesn’t sound convinced by the story either, “I could have missed it though, it wasn’t the job. Send me your commcode. I don’t do charity work, but I know a Media, more of a Fixer now, that might be able to point you to someone that can help.”
